With tones of words, in my mind are confined;
I try as much as I can, but I'm unable to rhyme;
So I sat on the porch, tried to think a lot;
After trying so hard, I couldn't come up with a plot...
I thought of love and then I thought of hate;
I thought of everything, like I was having a debate;
Wandered around with a pen, and then sat under a tree;
Suddenly I see myself writing with the scheme abcb...
One line to the fourth, words I simply wrote;
Nothing would fit in right, scribbled and rewrote;
I doubted my skills, then resolved with my confidence;
Before writing another line, I took a moment of silence...
Sometimes all you need is belief; all you need is hope;
Sometimes all you need is trust, before it all elopes;
With a new start, I then grabbed my lucky pen;
And as I completed my lines it had to be a ten on ten...
I see the lines that I now wrote; it was hard to believe;
My flow and emotions were well versed, now I could see;
With the beauty of words, I sense all of it seems fine;
Now I can proudly say, You can speak but I can rhyme!
